The application time also cut into my practice time for the
father-daughter dance. I had spliced together a little “mix” in which our
serious father-daughter song would be interrupted by a series of funny dance
songs. Having procrastinated until the very last minute to practice, my dad and
I decided that 5 minutes of practice would be better than none. While the rest
of the house laughed at us, we attempted to learn dances to cotton-eyed Joe,
Bye Bye Bye, Twist and Shout, and Whip My Hair in minimal time. I can’t say it
was pretty.
By the time we arrived at the church, I had finished my
various applications, make-up, nails, and dance practice. The prep time at the
church is pretty blurry in my memory, although I do remember that Margaret’s
“Wedding Day Emergency Kit” came in handy several times. Our church coordinator
Gayle was amazing and kept everything flowing really well. After my bridesmaids
(Margaret, Caleh, Amelia, and Mary Helen) left for their processional, I was
left with my dad to prepare for the long walk to the altar. While I don’t
define my dad by his cancer survivor status, I found the time with him to be
pretty emotional because I imagine that these were the types of moments he
imagined wanting to live for when he was fighting the disease. He is an inspiring person and father, was
often the only one who understood my sense of humor growing up, and has always
been my biggest triathlon supporter, having graduated from “equipment manager”
to “general manager” years ago (he’s now mentoring Tim to take over the
position). I generally tried to keep serious conversation to a minimum here
because I didn’t want to get too emotional. Once we started down the aisle,
though, I saw Tim, who looked a little choked-up. That put me in a hard
position. I didn’t want to look at my dad and cry, look at Tim and cry, or
focus on my dress, which I was tripping over during my less than graceful
procession down the aisle. What can I say? I’m no Kate Middleton. Thus, I
looked up at my father-in-law, the presiding pastor at the wedding. He was just
standing there with a nice, calm smile. I have never been so overjoyed to see
him!
Unfortunately, both my father-in-law and Tim remarked that I
was scowling during the ceremony, and they subsequently concluded that I must
be terribly unhappy. I would like to set the record straight. I was most
certainly not unhappy! My scowl, of which I was entirely unaware, must have
been due to a combination of taking in the seriousness of the situation, trying
not to cry, and focusing intently on the drops of sweat running down my upper
arm accumulating in a large drop on my elbow.
Overall, the ceremony was beautiful. The brass quartet and
organist were great, Janice and Julie did the readings wonderfully, and Dani
and Hillary performed a beautiful flute/soloist duet. In addition to Hillary,
all of my other cousins participated in the ceremony as the crucifer, greeters,
bulletin and bubble hander-outers, and acolytes. My photographer Tessa and my
aunt Tracy kept pictures flowing smoothly and quickly after the ceremony. I
cannot thank everyone who was part of the ceremony enough. It meant so much to
both of us that you were willing to be involved.
Following the ceremony, we went to Highbanks Metro Park for pictures.
When we arrived upon a weed and wildflower-ridden field with a nearby path in
the woods, Tessa saw the potential and got right to work. My bridesmaids in
heels probably did not love walking around an unkempt field (I saw Mary Helen
narrowly miss some deer droppings), but they didn’t complain.
Finally, we arrived at the reception. I chose Brookshire as
my venue largely because it offers really good all-inclusive packages. The
owner, Joy, was a successful wedding planner before building and managing the
venue. It is quite possibly the least stressful wedding venue ever. Joy
organized one day during Christmas break when I met with all the vendors – the
caterer, the florist, the baker, and the DJ, and they went from there. By the
time I arrived at the venue, everything had been flawlessly set-up. If there
were any snafus, I certainly did not hear about them. Our steak/salmon dinner
was delicious, the Maid of Honor/Best Man toasts were awesome, and the cake
cutting was not quite as awkward as it could have been, although my husband needed
prompting to remember that he needed to feed me the cake.
At last, it was time for the first dance, followed by the
father daughter dance. Knowing that our cumulative practice time was less than
ten minutes, I was slightly concerned about the quality of our dancing. I’m quite
confident that our dancing was embarrassingly terrible, but at least we got
everyone laughing and set the tone for a good time. Margaret, I dare you to do
better. Start practicing now. I would also like to send a special shout-out to
Margaret, who won the bouquet toss amidst substantial enthusiastic competition,
and Emil, who won the garter toss amidst a striking lack of enthusiastic
competition.
The rest of the evening was great fun. For the second time
in my life, I just relaxed and danced, prompting over a dozen remarks
questioning my sobriety. I was completely sober. Others, however, were probably not. The bar
was so busy, in fact, that the bartender had to call in a second bartender for
help. This brings me joy because a) it means people were having a good time b)
it means we probably got our money’s worth out of our per-head open bar fee. I
hear the party continued well after Tim and I left in our artistically
decorated (Thanks Amelia and MH) “Just Married” car.
The End.
Postlude: Tim and I traveled to Mallorca and Madrid, Spain
for our honeymoon. There, we rented bikes and kayaks to tour mountains,
vineyards, and coastlines, spent a day and an evening on a sailboat, went
snorkeling, cliff-jumping, rappelling down a cliff into the sea, shimmying
through very small holes in a large mountainous cave, hiking, cathedral and
castle touring, and ate very long dinners on patios with wonderful views. Of course, all of you know this since one of you was there and the other four saw the pictures on Facebook. :-)
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